Chapter 39. She’s Getting Stretched My My Man: pt. 2

”Leave now, bitch,” Zade barked.

My knees actually weakened. Heat crawled up my throat, I couldn’t take the humiliation anymore. His friends burst into laughter behind him — loud, childish, disgusting.

I couldn’t even stand there another second. I turned away fast, blinking back tears until everything blurred into useless color.

I ran.

My vision fogged so badly I barely saw where I was going. My heart felt like it was punching a hole through my chest. I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from them — from him — from the way his friends made me feel so useless .

I slammed into someone.

”O—oh my God, I’m sorry,” I whispered, trembling. I had no clue who it was. I tried to keep running, but my clothes yanked back.

I froze, turning around slowly.

It was Luca.

He hadn’t realized it was me at first—my top hooked to the charm bracelet on his wrist— a tangled mess of metal and fabric.

His breath hitched the minute he recognized